Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 42

Jimson had the gall to furrow his brows in concern. “I hope she’s all right… that poor girl.”

I watched him carefully and decided to test him.

“She is,” I said flatly. “She was found an hour ago.”

A single blink. No twitch. No shift in weight. Just that same

damned smug confidence.

Jimson remained eerily calm.

Too calm.

And that told me everything I needed to know.

Then, suddenly, Jess exploded.

“Why are you acting like Olivia’s disappearance is the end of the

world? Are you that scared? Or is it that you care too much?”

Her voice was high–pitched and hysterical, a mix of rage and

confusion.

I didn’t raise my voice. “Do you even know what she was doing

here? What she found?”

Jess scoffed. “She’s a secretary. She’s been here forthree days.

Why would anything she says matter?”

I walked forward slowly, each word clipped and deliberate. “That secretary uncovered something you’ve failed to detect in two years. She was doingmyjob. She disappeared onmywatch.”

Jess clenched her fists, her face crumpling with disbelief.

“You’re insane. You’re–what, in love with that married woman

now?”

I once thought

“If you’d

your brain wouldn’t be

“I’m resigning.” Then, louder, “I’ve

let him know how

people over

rubbed my forehead. Of course

She always cried to him when

him

mind over Olivia.”

defiantly. “Yes. Because that’s exactly what this

Favoritism. Obsession.”

“I’m resigning

If loyalty means nothing

I’m done.”

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other executives glanced

to follow Jimson’s lead just to

then, my phone vibrated. A message from Gai. My father had just called him

turned on the speaker. “Father,” I said calmly, “the purpose of this inspection has been

needed to expose themselves

Jess looked stunned.

don’t deny it, do

her? A married woman, no less.

do–fight

“The only reason I care about Olivia

here on my behalf.

herself in danger because this branch is rotten

Jimson shouted, his mask slipping.

report it toanyoneofficial. She just wanted to show off in front

didn’t trust you,” I snapped. “And now

something–there’s protocol. She should’ve

some damned investigator!”

reply to Jimson, a weak

the doorway, quiet

every movement in the

“The mole is… Jimson.”